The Haunting Dream

Just when she thought that the nightmare was over when she woke up, it returned.

Submitted:Jun 5, 2008
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This was nuts! The handle was
protruding out of his chest and warm blood oozed down her hand as
she kept the blade inside him. What was he made of? His eyes
penetrated her soul as her gaze never left his ebony eyes. He
lean body stood firm and fighting for his life didn't seem
important to him. He grabbed her firm grip and started to wrench
her fingers free. She tried with all might to fight him off, to
keep the blade inside him. But he was too strong for her and
there was no way she could continue to hold onto the handle. Once
he had her hand free, he shoved her backwards with such force.
She landed on the floor, her back hitting the side of the light
brown dresser. She could feel the pain surging through her spine,
her hand reached in back of her holding it. Her eyes looked up,
seeing him start to come toward her. That damn handle still
sticking out of his chest, as she found him now towering over
her. It was now that she realized how wrong she was to let this
stranger pick her up. But now it was too late for her to worry
about that. The only thing that she was aware of was that there
was no way she would ever leave this motel room alive.

As he stood in front of her, he had
muttered something, which she could not make out. That wasn't
what worried her; it was that wild, crazed look in his eyes that
paralyzed her body in such terror. She wanted to beg him not to
kill her, but knew that would not do her any good. His hand
reached over for the handle and then pulled the knife slowly out
of his chest. He let out a horrid scream as he continued to pull
the knife out of his chest. His head tilted back, till finally he
held the bloody knife in his hand. His eyes looked down at her,
blazing with such hatred that made it impossible for her to move
at all because of her fear. His hand rose up gripping the blood
soaked knife, while with his other hand he reached down and
gripped her neck lifting her mercilessly to her feet. Her hands
reached up, trying to pry his off of her, but it was no use. Even
with one hand this man had the strength that she had never
experienced before. His hand continued to lift her, till she was
off of her feet, dangling helplessly before him. She wanted to
scream, but found herself just having the difficulty trying to
catch her breath. There was nothing that she could do, she was
naked and defenseless to whatever this man would do with her
next. The one thing that she knew was that she would never leave
this motel room alive. How she regretted agreeing to come with
him to this room for a moment of pleasure. If this was his idea
of pleasure, she knew that she wouldn't survive. The only reason
that she had stabbed him with the knife, hoping that she would
have the chance to escape from this room. Even though she would
have been naked when she would be running out of it and onto the
lain street, it would have been a lot better than this. With one
motion of his hand he hurtled her body to the bed and then pinned
his body on top of hers. Running the side of the blade across the
cheek of her face, smearing his blood on her, as he felt her body
shivering in terror. She wanted to speak, yet found herself
unable to do so. A tear ran down her cheek as she stared up at
his wicked face. She knew that her death was inevitable, no
matter what she would be able to do. Even when she closed her
eyes, she could still feel the blade scratching over the flesh of
her breasts, moving down to her stomach.

"Please… Please don't." she begged in a
terrified voice.

But her begs of mercy was heard on deaf
ears. The only answer that she had received was his wicked
laughter. She could feel the tip of the blade cutting her flesh,
sending a surge of agonizing pain flowing through her veins.
While the warmth of her blood streamed down her body.The feel of
that cold steel ripping her flesh, which fed the agony that she,
became enveloped in. Again and again she felt him cutting her, as
she thrashed her head from side to side. He sat on top of her,
his weight pushing down on the waist. She opened her eyes, seeing
him sitting on top of her. His hand holding the bloody knife
above her chest, the blood dripping onto her now scared flesh.
His breath now deep and rapid, as his eyes filled with the
madness that consumed him. Then he lowered the knife down,
cutting off the nipple of her left breast. She screamed out in
both agony and terror, no longer able to hold back the pain she
was feeling. Her back arched, as the blood streamed from her
breast. And then she felt the blade cut into her, between her
breasts. Gasping for breath, as she let out one final
scream.

The next thing that she knew she found
herself sitting up in her bed. Her naked flesh coated in sweat as
her heart pounded so hard she thought it was going to burst out
of her chest. The shadows in her bedroom growing darker as it
seemed to reach out for her. Her eyes were wide with fear, as she
looked around her franticly. When she realized that she was in
her bedroom, she sighed as she let her body fall back down on the
mattress. In her mind, the dream she had slowly started to fade
from her memory. The one thing that she knew was that she would
never forget was his eyes. Those dark eyes that had penetrated
through her soul when he had first looked at her. But it was
nothing more than a dream, something that didn't mean anything to
her. Or did it? That was the one thing that she was not sure
about. The dream, (if that was what she could call it) seemed so
real that she swore that she could still feel the stranger's hand
gripping her throat. Could still feel his blood upon her hands
and hear his wicked laughter echoing all around her. But most of
all, she could still feel the blade of that knife cutting through
her flesh, the surging agonizing pain that seemed relentless to
her…. It was a dream … Nothing more than a dream…. But how could
she convince herself of that? Her mind still believing that it
was something more, something that had happened to her. Yet, it
couldn't have happened to her. For if it had, she would now be
dead. Lying there on the bed of some cheap, sleazy motel room.
And she knew too well, that was some place that she would never
go to. For she was more dignified than that. At least she hoped
that she would be.

"It was only a dream Terri. Nothing more
than a dream." she said to herself.

Her eyes glanced over at the
digital clock on the nightstand, seeing that it was ten at night
and she had to start getting ready for her shift at the nursing
home. In a way Terri figured that while she was busy with the
patients, she would be able to get her mind off of the dream and
the fear that it brought. Even though she did dread going in, she
knew that there was no way that she could avoid it. For what was
her other option? Staying alone within the isolation of this
room, dealing with the trauma that the nightmare had brought out
in her alone? No, she had to go to work, if not for anything
else, just to make sure that she would be able to pay off the
bills that she had. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed,
her feet touching the cold surface of the tiled floor as her body
gradually became erect. Then she carefully made her way through
the darkened room, her hands reaching out in front of her for the
light switch on the wall. Even though she had been in this room
for months now, she always seemed to do just that when she was in
the dark. As if she was in some place where she had never been
before. Of course, Terri didn't think anything about it, for her
mind on was getting ready for work. A year ago, she had gotten
used to her husband having her clothes out on the bed while she
took a shower and made her lunch. But the divorce had ended that
benefit that she had. And also the benefit of having someone
there when she got home. It seemed funny how the small things
like that seemed to feel so good, even though you never really
notice them until it's gone. Terri got used to it after a while,
even though it was a hard thing for her to do.

Forty-five minutes later, she
walked out the door of her apartment and made her way over to the
parking lot where she had parked her car. The cool summer breeze
slapping her face as her hands rested at her side, gripping her
car keys tightly in her right hand. So tight that she could feel
them cutting into her flesh of her palm. She didn't know why she
did that, probably just so that she knew that she was awake now
and what she had envisioned was nothing more than a dream. That
was the one thing that she ran through her mind, over and over
again. Like some scared child who was trying to go back to sleep
after waking up from a vivid nightmare. And in a way she was just
that. For she had never remembered any dream that she would have,
especially nightmares. Luckily, she wasn't still married to Mark;
for he would have laughed at her by the way she was acting now.
Telling her that it was nothing that she had to worry about, for
dreams could never hurt anyone. When she thought about that, she
found herself wanting to laugh at herself, knowing that was true.
Why she was acting so silly was something that she couldn't
really find the answer to. When she got in her car, she started
it up and then backed out of the parking space and off to work.
Hoping that she would be ready for whatever would be waiting for
her. Even if she wasn't, she would still have to face it no
matter what. The car drove off to the corner of the block, turned
and then disappeared into the shadows of the street.

After a week of working four
nights straight and having that same dream reoccur again and
again in her sleep, started to wear her down. She was grateful
that she would have two days off, so she could relax and maybe
fid something that would bring some joy to herself. Mainly
shopping at the large mall that was in the next town ten miles
away. Even though she didn't like driving long distances at
times, she knew that it would be worth it. But nursing supervisor
had just told her that Terri would have to work one more night,
because another nurse wasn't going to be coming in. In fact, she
hadn't been at work for the last two nights. No one knew where
she had gone, for the nursing supervisor was the type of woman
who always tried to hunt someone down, if they were gone for more
than one night. Terri found it odd that this woman would have
missed two nights of work, for she knew her. Her name was Gloria
Kent, a woman in her early thirties, who was married to a man who
was a construction worker with two kids. When the nursing
supervisor had called Gloria's home, her husband said that he had
no idea where she was. He hadn't seen her in two days earlier.
Terri figured that they had gotten into another fight and Gloria
had left him and went to stay at one of her family's house. But
that had always been only over night, was what he had told her.
There was no anger in his voice this time; he was genuinely
worried where she could have gone. For why would Gloria have
disappeared when she had a three-year-old son and a
seven-month-old daughter at home? She hadn't been the type of
woman who wouldn't leave her children, for she loved them. That
probably was the one thing that made Gloria kept her with her
husband. And because of that, Terri found herself becoming
worried about the whole thing. And because of it, she had agreed
to work her night off. Not only to help out the nursing
supervisor, but also because she could use the overtime. But for
some reason Terri had a bad feeling that this extra night was
going to be something that she would regret.

That night as she made her way
down the silent hallway of the nursing home, she couldn't get the
thought out of her mind that there was something wrong. That
something was out of place and yet she couldn't figure out what
that could be. In a way she just wanted to forget about it, so
she could continue on with her work. That was the only thing that
really mattered to her. Normally, she would be frustrated that
she was alone on the floor, because the nurse's aids were taking
an extended break, smoking cigarettes and gossiping. But not
tonight. She sort of like the silence, for it gave her a chance
to get her work done and the chance to clear her mind. Mainly,
the thoughts of what could have happened to Gloria. Even though
it really wasn't any of her business what she did, Terri still
found herself wanting to know.

It was then she noticed the door
closed on one of the rooms at the far end of the hallway. When
she looked at the notes on her clipboard she noticed that room
was vacant. Normally the door would be left open, so they would
know that there was no one in there. Even though she found it odd
that it was closed, she really didn't think twice about it.A lot
of the times one of the staff would go into one of the vacant
rooms to take a quick nap, or if they were on the cell phone with
someone and wanted some privacy. The only thing was, some of the
staff was outside smoking, while the rest was at the nursing
desk. So who could be in there? Was there an admission that she
hadn't been told about? There had been times when that happened
to her. And that was what she was feeling was going on right now.
Instead of going back to the desk to find out, Terri felt that it
was her own responsibility to go and do it on her own. Anyway, if
there was a new patient in there, they would probably need
something. Even though at three in the morning, she couldn't
imagine what that could be, except for sleep.

As she slowly made her way down
the hallway, the only thing that she could hear was the souls of
her shoes against the linoleum floor. She knew that there was
nothing for her to be worried about, yet there was a sense of
dread that seemed to go through her mind. Making her want to just
turn around and forget about going in there. Pretending that she
never noticed it… of course then she would get in trouble for it.
Especially since she was the charge nurse tonight, responsible
for everything that happened on her floor. When she reached the
closed door, she stood there for a moment in hesitation. Her
mind-questioning if she really wanted to go in there or
not.

"Come on Terri, you know that the
only thing you are going to find is one of the staff sleeping in
there." she said.

Her hand slowly opened the door
and she made her way into the darkened room. A second later her
scream could be heard coming down the hallway. A scream that was
heard but not acted on till minute later.

Colleen Fowler was just making her
way around the nurse's desk when she heard the scream. Her eyes
stared down the hallway for a moment, as she stood there unsure
of what was going on. In her mind, she thought that it was one of
the patients who probably fell. But this was the scream of
someone young, not elderly. Still she knew that she had to do
something. She raced down the hallway as two nurse's aids, who
just came back from break, followed her. They no idea what was
going on, but knew that they had to be ready for anything. When
they reached the door at the end of the hallway, Colleen turned
the light on as they walked in. Colleen screamed in terror as her
eyes stayed focused on the bed in front of her, not believing
what it was that she was seeing. Lying there in a pool of blood,
on the bed was Terri's body. Her eyes staring up at the ceiling
in terror with her mouth open as if to scream. But the nurse's
aids behind Colleen screamed for her. And on the floor be the bed
was Gloria Kent's body, her throat cut and blood flowing onto the
floor. On Terri's clipboard written in her own blood were only
two words. DARK EYES.